Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Augury defied

Win a few, lose a few. Last summer at lunch it was predicted that if Levine had to choose one, he'd go for Boston -- so much more to do there that hadn't yet been done. What more was there to do at the Met, really? But, as a late beloved uncle once described his new set of wheels, "It drives like a fur-lined bathtub" (and you have to imagine that said in a hyper-genteel Virginia accent to get the full effect). Old campaigner that Levine is, he's surely earned the right to pick his battles. But I do sort of wish he'd chosen the Field of Tanglewood.